I joked about suicide as a coping mechanism. It makes it not real and it’s a form of denial for me. Sometimes it was a small cry for help. But when others treat it like it really is just a joke… it hurts. What can i do to restrain myself when others obviously agrees with the voices inside my head?

If you knew everyone’s story, you would love them. You can’t really hate someone if you know everything that happened to them between their birth and now; why they became the way they became; why they have walls up or down. If you truly know someone, you’d get it. -Emma Stone-